i miss my sweet cat
the small gravity of her
the way she chose me
again and again
without questions
i miss the weight
of her trust
settling on my chest
like a warm answer
i miss how she knew
exactly where sorrow lived
and lay there
until it softened
she never asked me
to be better
she never needed a story
just a lap
just a hand
just presence
i miss the soft punctuation
of her life
the quiet commas
the gentle periods
the way time slowed
when she was near
grief is strange
it curls around love
and refuses to let go
but even now
somewhere in the dark
i swear i feel her
a phantom warmth
a remembered purr
a tenderness that didn’t end
i miss my sweet cat
and loving her
was never wasted
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